Harem System In A fantasy World

"W-what-what...why are you putting you-oohhhohoho."

Zenith was about to ask why he was sticking his finger up her ass, but Elion immediately shut her up by inserting a second finger into her ass hole; at the same time, he increased the pace of his thrusts into her tight pussy once again.

Without her even realising it, Zenith’s cunt let out yet another stream of juices, but this new release quickly turned into a pleasured flood as she had the most intense orgasm of the night.

It quickly sprayed out of her outstretched pussy where they were joined, splashing onto Elion’s toned abs and pelvis area, flowing down his and her body and flooding the floor below them, forming a translucent puddle around Elion’s feet.

Elion smirked, "I see you liked that?" He asked, but she was in no condition to answer.

Breathing heavily, she rested her head onto his chest as Elion’s thrusts slowed down before coming to a complete stop.

He unplugged his index and middle finger from her ass hole as well, making her body shudder as she let out a shuddering whimper from having her ass invaded by a foreign object.

"What was that?" Zenith finally asked after catching her breath.

Elion smiled mischievously. "Something special."

Zenith stared at him for a moment, still pressed close to him. "Special?"

"Mhm." He brushed his tongue along the length of her cheek, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. "Did you like it?"

Shockingly, Zenith blushed. The sight was astonishingly cute, though in a different way from when he saw it on Aria or someone like Isla.

Zenith didn’t know why. Having him stick fingers up her ass like that sounded vulgar in principle, but why did she react like that when he did it?

’It felt so good!’

Was it just because it was him who had done it? It wouldn’t be too far-fetched if that turned out to be the case. Certainly, he was built differently like that.

This told her one thing: no matter what he did to her body, it would always feel good.

With that, she quietly took notes in her mind: let Elion use my body however he wants, no matter how extreme.

Despite the fact that she had been a virgin before Elion, she was not ignorant about pleasure, and so on; Demons had never cared much for propriety, whether it came to violence, desire, and anything in between.

Casual killing was common among them, and intimacy was treated with the same careless indulgence.

She had seen her father’s generals lose themselves in vulgar pleasures in places where such things should never have happened.

They didn’t even seem to care about sharing partners among themselves, or the gender of their partners either, and they had never seemed ashamed of it.

At the time, those sights had disgusted her.

She had not understood why. After all, she had been raised among demons. She should have been used to such things.

But now, after being with Elion, after feeling the desire to belong to him and no one else, she finally understood.

It had disgusted her because apart from reckless desire, and for sport, for the fun of it, there had been no warmth. That realisation made her strangely happy.

Despite the filth she had been raised in, despite the many opportunities she had to become like those around her, she had somehow remained untouched and kept her purity until he came along.

It was as though some part of her had been waiting for him to claim her whole being. Zenith smiled vibrantly as she shared a loving glance with him.

"Let’s go again," she said tiredly, her fingers brushing along his jaw with gentle affection. The care in her eyes took Elion’s breath away.

That much affection could not be faked. And once again, it made him wonder just what had happened between them in all those loops during the trials.

It bothered him that he did not know, that perhaps he would never know.

Zenith loved him with a depth that felt almost terrifying. She had betrayed the path of her own kind for him. She had crossed worlds for him. She looked at him as though he was the centre of everything she wanted to become.

And Elion could not help but wonder if he was failing her somehow. If she remembered a thousand moments with him that he had forgotten.

If she carried a love born from a long history they had shared, while he stood before her with only fragments and feelings he could not fully explain.

"It is perfectly fine," Zenith said softly, as though she had read his mind.

Elion looked at her.

She smiled. "You never have to feel guilty about it. I am here with you because this is what I want. It is what my heart and soul want."

Her voice was gentle, but there was no hesitation in it.

"It may be long and difficult, but I will stay with you, love you, protect you, and give you all that you ask of me until you feel the same love my heart feels for you."

Elion found himself smiling before he meant to: It was a quiet, helpless, loving smile. How could he ever let such a woman down?

It moved him to see Zenith, of all people, like this: So sincere. But then again, for as long as he had known her, she had always been this way with him.

Apart from that first meeting where she had kidnapped him and asked him to become her boytoy, of course.

Elion reached up and gently brushed a strand of white hair away from her face. He brought his face closer to hers, and they kissed sensually once again.

Before long, Elion was fulfilling her wish to continue.

They moved to the bed, and a long battle ensued. They were both greedy, and they both still had plenty of stamina to spare. So despite the fact that they had been at it for hours already, the couple indulged in another throng of rounds of unrestrained fucking.

Eventually, the bedroom door opened, and a half-awake, utterly stupefied Mira stepped inside with slow, tired steps.

"What is all the commotion about?" she asked, yawning deeply as she rubbed her eyes. Then she finally looked properly at the scene before her.

A wicked grin slowly spread across her face. "Hehe..."

Elion blinked. "Mira? What are you doing here?"

She leaned against the doorway, her eyes gleaming with shameless amusement. "Having fun without me?" She asked.

Zenith, who was positioned in a doggy position in front of Elion, smiled brightly, not looking the least bit embarrassed despite the fact that she was covered in splatters of white cum, and that Elion was still balls deep inside her.

Elion stared at Mira for a moment and sighed. "You were supposed to be sleeping."

"I was," Mira said lightly and closed the door behind her.

She walked to the window, opening the curtains a bit. Bright rays of sunlight spilled across the floor in front of her. "As you can see, it’s morning already."

"Oh, I didn’t realise." Elion pulled his stiff shaft out of Zenith’s tight, throbbing pussy, "I didn’t realise."

Zenith moaned at the loss of his dick and tilted her head to the side. "We did lose track of time, but it was mostly Hubby’s fault." She said shamelessly.

Elion looked at her. Mira laughed softly and closed the curtain, walking toward the messy bed with an intense gaze.

"Well," she said, smiling sweetly, "since I am already awake, it would be rude to leave now."

Elion’s lips twitched. "Mira."

"Yes, my love?"

"You are too shameless, you know that?"

"What can I say...I learn from the best." With that, her clothes were quickly disposed of, and she shamelessly joined in on the messy festivities.